The ritual started, candles were brought in and put on all corners of the room, they were lit up and rest of the lights were put off, it looked awesom... in the yellow light with all the nakedness around.The room looked as if a sun had been brought in yet theirwas little darkness which made the scene more erotic.The Organiser called for one of his servant, and he came in with a tray and a tall glass everyone was curios as to what was to happen, he then asked the servant to place a small bench in. . or Tamara, Jordan had to comply. If she opted to dress him as a French maid and have him do all household chores, he would have no recourse against her whims.“I might make him wash the bedsheets after long nights of hot, sweaty sex, cleaning up all of those bodily fluids that we left behind. Or maybe make him sleep on the wet spot after you pound us. All three of us, that is. I still want to watch you bugger him whenever it suits you, too. I doubt that I’ll ever tire of that.“Or of Tamara and. Everything had been perfect with Emma. She had snuck around with Scott, Jean had pretended she didn’t know what they were doing, and when Scott returned to her filled with guilt she had been more than happy to allow him to use her any way he wished.And then Emma had allowed Jean to catch her and Scott in bed.Jean had tried to figure out some way to pretend like she didn’t know what they were doing (‘Oh, you two slipped and your clothing fell off! That happens!’). But she couldn’t and everything. Just keep it our secret." Pat said with a smile as she pushed her tit back into her bra and shirt. I ran back out to the pool to play. A week later the same thing happened and Pat again took care of it the same way, with me squirting my load on her tit. Then the next week also. Then a few days went by. Then it got to be whenever I saw Pat. Plus, I squirted on one boob, then the other. Then she had both out, then she took a load on her face, then in her mouth. Then one day she actually gave me a.